IGN: Hitihugo

Age: 12 (trust me, I can speak adult language.)

Timezone: UTC/GMT +1

Race (Dwarf, Human, Orc, Elf ): Elf

Class Desired: Archer

Crafting Class Desired : Farmer

Character Name: Molten Fireblossom

Character Biography (A few lines will not suffice):
Molten Fireblossom is a youngling with, as a difference from other elfes, a fiery nature, in which he uses a sword rather then a bow and arrow.
He is a great warrior who does everything in his possession to defend his friends and succeed with his mission.
His past is covered in dark memories about Nes'Dein kidnapping and then corrupting all loved ones he knew.
He was there but did manage to escape, a scar on his back from one of the demons claws (Nes-Dein's) will always remind him of the price he took to save his own life.
Since then he knows the price of a friendship, and that is to expensive to sell away.
After his escape was he disoriented and wandered in years. He has traveled in the boiling hot south, in the dry east, in the west, and finally, the journey ended in the north.
He has found a elf village what looked nice, but still few guards, so Molten pledged his services in exchange for accommodations, weapons and such.
He soon realized why there wasn't so many guards. It was because it wasn't necessary! The town was so peaceful it didn't matter.

One day:
It was an early morning and Molten woke up as always.
And as always, the same nightmare came up like bubbles to the surfice, how his parents got away, how the claw pierced his skin, how the pain was, how he barly manage to escape in the worst state you can find out in the imagination.
He put on his armor and went patrolling. In the patrol, Molten used to think about things, all kinds of things:
Why the sun can go round the Myrethia world if it was unlimited, why squids sometimes flew and even how it was beneath the bedrock.
And among those thoughts of randomness he came up with a frightening thought:
"What if the town get attacked by an enemy stronger then Nes'Dein himself! Someone must be able to kill at least 750 men before he drops."
And after a while he settled his mind:
"I'm gonna search up a master or something to teach me the most extreme arts of war. No matter what it takes!"